Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.